deaconjones35

My Mom is from Shreveport and my Dad from Raceland. I had the best of both worlds eating growing up. Up North, we had chicken and dumplings, deer everything, fresh fried fish, fresh vegetables from their garden, turtle soup and of course down south we had all the typical Cajun dishes. It’s a matter of having good cooks in the family no matter where you live.

Nice try when you haven't even come close. :lol: Just enjoy the game and shut up.

Our tradition has been Cinclare’s for the past 8 years. Been to Cuvée several times this year and yeah it’s great. I saw they just changed their menu, need to check it out. Last time we went to Fremins, it was really good too.

Today will be only the third time in my life I’ve sat in the stand from before dawn to dark. I’ve seen 2 yearlings about 200 yards out. Hoping something comes out so I can put some meat in the freezer. Looks like the storm won’t get here until after dark, so that’s good news.

I’ve been sitting since 6:15 and have seen 4 squirrels and a rabbit. Guess I’m going to stay until the storms come. I’m not complaining. First time in the woods for 2 years. Enjoying the peace and quiet.

Glad your dad got one, baw!

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hope you’ve got your Thermacells fully loaded.

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Didn’t even think to pack it. Hasn’t been too bad, only killed 2 so far.

I lost my Uncle, Grandma, 2 good friends and both of my in-laws (7 weeks apart) in the past 12 months. It has been the worst year of our lives as far as dealing with that hurt and loss. The Holidays pretty much sucked, but having our kids and grandkids around has helped. I guess only time can heal things. Sorry for your loss, I can't imagine losing my wife.

I can't imagine having to shoot my own child.

Someone in my immediate family battled addiction to pain pills for 15+ years and eventually wound up in jail after stealing from everyone they knew. Fast forward to today, they have been sober for 11 years and doing great. Recovery can happen, but I know it is difficult for most.

First Thanksgiving without my grandma, mother in law and father in law. It’s going to be strange.

Baw, 1992 was my freshman year and I stayed at Power Hall which no longer exists. Every weekday night around 9pm, we would all come out to the common hall and plan our trip to the Tiger and have "quata wata". That's when I learned how to understand Chalmation talk. So yeah, dorm life was good to me. :lol: